It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.
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Mortal Love
mortality does
not ask for love eternal
mortal love
cannot outlive eternity’s edge
to an infinite span
mortal love
does not ask forever
never
mortal love
makes lies, makes changes,
twists and turns
mortal love is simple
like a dimple
one tongue
to one earthly word
nope
may do
may say something else
It is only asking
That you love
One day at a time
With all allowance for change
For a wider space
Leeways
Choices
Mortal love is free
frivolous
this love of mine
Today is just enough
mortal
And so rightly deserved
A mortal like me
Also bleeds
Weeds filled
No promises, just a hug, an embrace
And
A kiss, then could be, goodbye.
Because mortal love
Dies, like a wind passing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Revealed Secret Of The Messiah
If God were real how would God
reveal the secret of the Messiah
to his chosen people God sealed
until almost conclusion of days?
What greater proof God given
could there sanctioned be Moses
would need to have authorized
certified endorsed formalized?
An authoritative legitimated word
in Genesis divinely sealed by God
to proclaim who is God’s Messiah
heralded by great prophet Moses?
A message Jews could read in Torah
a Jewish Rabi would vindicate Jesus.
Behold Genesis Chapter Five Moses
lists in the names our God instructed.
The first heirs of Adam to be named.
Names in descending order are Adam
Seth Enosh Cainan Mahalalel Jared
Enoch Methuselah Lamech and Noah.
But where is God’s end time secret?
Who may in God’s name reveal it?
A Bible aid book an old Bible would
give name meanings in the margins.
Great is our God purpose is named.
Behold secrets their Names do mean.
Creator of heaven earth has spoken
a Messiah purpose message is given.
Adam = Man
Seth = Appointed
Enosh = Mortal
Cainan = Sorrow
Mahalalel = The Blessed God
Jared = shall come down
Enoch = Teaching
Methuselah = his death shall bring
Lamech = the despairing
Noah = comfort
I used to wonder why the wield
convoluted choice of names?
What the Purpose message was?
So put it in one single sentence.
Man Appointed Mortal Sorrow
The Blessed God shall come down
Teaching his death shall bring
the despairing comfort.
This is revelation The Gospel hidden
within genealogy in book of Genesis.
Man Appointed Mortal Sorrow
(This is both the curse upon Adam
and Eve and through them to all
humanity Jesus is the man of sorrow)
The Blessed God shall come down
Teaching (God incarnate becomes
flesh as prophecy dictated with God’s
ministry as a teacher to his creation.
His death shall bring the despairing
comfort. (The hope of resurrection,
heaven, forgiveness of sin) Behold
a form of bio code words of purpose.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cause and Consequence
Many options chance and choice might sow,
Although what meets the eye needs second-sight
Undoing ill that second-thoughts may show
DEspairing seeker after answers bright.
Much harm is done when wishful thinking mocks
Advancing voice or crystal image which
Unlocks outlook unfortunate or blocks
DEsired outcome grieving heart would stitch.
Most roads rejoin itinerary pre-traced,
As cause and consequence are intertwined,
Use or abuse of options closed, unlaced,
DEtermines more than mortal mind may find
Confined within fate's eye-ball wishing well
Creating mirror heaven or hell could spell...
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 27 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Optional Causes and Consequences
Many options chance codes choice modes sow,
Although what meets the eye needs second-sight
Undoing ill that second-thoughts may show
DEspairing seeker after answers bright.
Much harm is done when wishful thinking mocks
Advancing voice or crystal image which
Unlocks outlook unfortunate or blocks
DEsired outcome grieving heart would stitch.
Most roads rejoin itinerary pre-traced,
As cause and consequence are intertwined,
Use or abuse of options haste waste chased,
DEtermines more than mortal mind may find
Confined within fate's eye-ball wishing well
Creating mirror heaven or hell could spell...
[c] Jonathan Robin robi3_1774_robi3_0000 ASX_CJZ written 27 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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MINE is the shape forever set between
The thought and form, the vision and the deed;
The hidden light, the glory all unseen,
I bring to mortal senses, mortal need.
Who loves me not, my sorrowing slave is he,
Bent with a burden, knowing oft the rod;
But he who loves me shall my master be,
And use me with the joyance of a god.
Man's lord or servant, still I am his friend;
Desire for me is simple as his breath;
Yea, waiting, old and toilless, for the end,
He prays that he may find me after death.
poem by Margaret Steele Anderson (1902)
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Life is not A question, But It is an experience!
Life is not a question that to be
solved,
it should be experienced!
Life is that experience of facing
and solving problems,
toughest is to know the one who experience.
The evolution of life itself is story
of trial and error!
life itself is that greatest observer
of itself!
The vision of invisible viewing through mortal eyes,
hearing the silent eloquent by mortal ears,
touching the one beyond touch by mortal skin,
Smelling the one odourfree by mortal nose,
Tasting the one who is tastefree by mortal tongue
Immortal showing up as mortal!
Life is an experience between birth and death,
coming here as nothing,
Learning to love and hate,
Learning to work and expect fruits,
developing skill to use senses and devices,
Learning to use mind and intelligence,
Learning and conveying message,
The message of immortal to mortal,
The truth itself in pursuit of Truth!
Life itself is that truth,
looks like an experience
that constantly puts
its own existence
on trial...
The one who had born has to die,
But one who is eternal continues his eternal play!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The music never stops playing
And at times of despairing hope
I close my eyes and let the lyric play their song
For it seems they are all left,
That of can carry me on
So the beat drowns out the words
And the melody resumes
But the interlude has drowned
The sound remains in the air
Yet the dream of escape is gone
Shortly after a pause
A teardropp falls
I ask myself why
She doesn’t respond
I am puzzled
The beat builds all of a sudden
And suddenly a swarm of emotions’
like angry bees
They all attack me at once
And for once I take no precaution
This must be my time
Growing upon me at first,
The tempo switches up
Unbearable is the base
And a taste of death
It feels approaching
In a flash of light
I let go of life
And music notes appear
On the back of my eyelids
Anticipating the worst,
But ready
ShoCkwave
My heart jumps
And my eyes reopen
The simplicity is
If you allow your eyes to reopen
The music goes on
And when my eyes reopened
The song was at its bridge
The chorus drove up upon me
The lyrics began to speak
And here I find the lyrics go on forever
So I let the song play
And in times of despairing hope
here with me,
The music stays
poem by Serenity Peace
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The song never stops playing
And at times of despairing hope
I close my eyes and let the lyric play their song
For it seems they are all left,
That of can carry me on
So the beat drowns out the words
And the melody resumes
But the interlude has drowned
The sound remains in the air
Yet the dream of escape is gone
Shortly after a pause
A teardropp falls
I ask myself why
She doesn’t respond
I am puzzled
The beat builds all of a sudden
And suddenly a swarm of emotions’
like angry bees
They all attack me at once
And for once I take no precaution
This must be my time
Growing upon me at first,
The tempo switches up
Unbearable is the base
And a taste of death
It feels approaching
In a flash of light
I let go of life
And music notes appear
On the back of my eyelids
Anticipating the worst,
But ready
ShoCkwave
My heart jumps
And my eyes reopen
The simplicity is
If you allow your eyes to reopen
The music goes on
And when my eyes reopened
The song was at its bridge
The chorus drove up upon me
The lyrics began to speak
And here I find the lyrics go on forever
So I let the song play
And in times of despairing hope
here with me,
The music stays
poem by Serenity Peace
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Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer
Dian, that fain would cheer her friend the Night,
Shows her oft at the full her fairest race,
Bringing with her those starry nymphs, whose chase
From heav'nly standing hits each mortal wight.
But ah, poor Night, in love with Phoebus' light,
And endlessly despairing of his grace,
Herself (to show no other joy hath place)
Silent and sad in mourning weeds doth dight:
Ev'n so (alas) a lady, Dian's peer,
With chice delights and rarest company
Would fain drive clouds from out my heavy cheer.
But woe is me, though Joy itself were she,
She could not show my blind brain ways of joy
While I despair my Sun's sight to enjoy.
poem by Philip Sidney
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In a sense, 'American Pie' was a very despairing song but it can also be seen as very hopeful.
quote by Don McLean
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Sonnet- God Is Very Just
What mortal sin, a beggar lame would do,
Denied of food and shelter, dress to wear?
He lives at the mercy of Nature too;
Diseases, problems that he cannot bear.
What mortal sins, the blind would dare to do?
They live in darkness, neglected, alone;
In vain, they try to 'see' God's Nature too,
Like you and me, for they are not of stone.
But mortal sins- the ones well-formed much do,
with intact senses, duping God and world;
Yet, Mother Nature seems to help them too;
Into the Pit of Hell, they will be hurled!
The handicapped and beggar will see God,
But not the 'Wholesome, sinful one' from clod.
poem by John Celes
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The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
quote by Alfred de Musset
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Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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Early Works - My Death After Life
As I join the everlasting in my cold bed,
my bodies nerves quiver of being dead.
The darkness of this tomb
will everlasting loom
as my coffin is laid beneath the earth
and I ride the never-ending surf.
Though dead my soul survives,
it enters a sphere
where someone more powerful than mortal guides.
Is this the place they call heaven
where each man is eager to find,
or is this place constructed in my souls mind.
What is this place I do not understand
for I am no longer mortal I have no hands.
Am I just a bodiless thing eons away
that has found peace this profound day.
This I think is right
as rest in my immortal night.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.
quote by Andre Breton
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A Mortal In The Day...An Animal In The Night!
She walks like a cat
through the obstacles
of the Black forest.
She takes me by hand
as we quickly ascend
like two young birds!
She is something else;
A mortal in the day...
An animal in the night!
She is a sensual snake,
slithering carefully
out of her clothing.
She wanders toward me
and wraps her bronze
legs around my torso.
She is something else;
A mortal in the day...
An animal in the night!
She digs her hawk-like
hands through my hair
and shares her love.
Her sable hair meanders
on the velvety pillow;
And the rest is history!
She is something else;
A mortal in the day...
An animal in the night!
poem by Michael Fischer
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My Tiger
When my thoughts are turned within,
There lives a Tiger I obey.
I find my other self… my twin.
Protecting me from mortal sin,
She blossoms like a fresh bouquet.
When my thoughts are turned within.
She waits in silence with a grin
And enemies are easy prey.
I find my other self… my twin.
A part of me that waits therein;
My Tiger keeps my foes at bay.
When my thoughts are turned within.
My Tiger waits beneath my skin
And she has never run astray.
I find my other self… my twin.
My other self, my discipline;
Harm me and she’ll make you pay.
When my thoughts are turned within,
I find my other self… my twin.
Form: Villanelle
poem by Amera Andersen
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Keys Of Memory~6191
Memory
Plays the keys
Of my heart
Just like a Baby Grand
The melody-the tune
All off key
In an orchestra
Of fine tuned instruments
I follow the music
With my minds eye
To where-ever it leads me
And into the depths of Ballads
Of 'HeartBreak'
I, at last find myself
Locked-tethered-chained
To memories, bitter and sweet
Despairing and off key with no
Harmony, in the least
A re-write is in order, STAT
A re-play-a fine tuning, immediately
A re-awakening, a re-newing-NOW:
Of Hope
Of Hope That Sings
You know, that feeling, with wings
poem by Theodora Onken
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Basically Speaking!
You cannot do a dirty job
Appearing always clean;
You cannot live in vice all life,
And have a virtuous soul!
You cannot wear just tattered clothes
To attend banquet feast;
You cannot be unsterile and
Perform clean surgery!
You cannot be a patriot,
And help the enemies;
You cannot live a life of sin
Awaiting miracles.
You cannot sin repeatedly,
Expect God’s forgiveness;
You cannot stay a Satan’s child,
And enter God’s Abode.
You cannot kill the innocent
Babe, growing in your womb;
For, murder is a crime and sin
Mortal, that God detests.
You cannot cut the thread of life
For anyone on earth;
The Creator is life-giver:
So, He alone can take!
You cannot break God’s Commandments
Willfully, by habit;
God will not forgive mortal sins,
Unless you change your life.
You cannot go against God’s laws,
And be in grace, sin-free;
You cannot be in mortal sins
And think God will forgive.
Adultery is mortal sin;
Prostitution is adultery;
Murder is mortal sin;
Feticide and abortion are murders in the womb.
Breaking any of the Ten Commandments
Of God is a mortal sin;
The price of sin is death;
The price of mortal sin
Is Eternal Damnation i.e. HELL!
A good Christian knows this too well.
Yet, Jesus paid a ‘bloody price’
And gave His life on cross;
‘Will you not give up sins and vice? ’,
The Savior asks of us.
The LENT is meant
For you and me
To reconcile with God;
Each LENT is lent,
By love of God
To lessen our just rod.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-6-2008
poem by John Celes
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Now you watch the parades and processions of hopeful and despairing people walking outside your tomb. They are all looking for the answer to the problem you know so well.
quote by Lynette Fromme
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